“Yes, it has. And I intend to use it, for I will succeed in my endeavor. My forces will storm the castle, and drag the ‘Queen’ screaming from her bed. Then she will know her fate: death by my hand, and my hand alone.â€
This signaled the creation of the Shadow Alliance, Greyblade’s ultimate weapon of war.
Chapter 2
You say this is true, how can it be?â€
“I do not know, my friend. All I know is that there are multiple conspiracies to overthrow the Queen.â€
Telarion and Garion sat talking. They had been talking for the last two hours. Over that time, they had become fast friends and firm allies.
“Hmm,†Telarion said pensively, fiddling with his sword hilt. “This is insanity. Our queen rules benevolently; as far as I know, a tyrant has not taken the throne in a long time. Not since our lands were organized was there a tyrant.â€
“Yes, but look at it this way, Telarion,†Garion began. “Our land is one of many contradictions. The government is a monarchy, yet we have a constituition. Firearms are within our technological reach, yet we continue to wield swords and spears, why?â€
“All right, all right; I get the point,†Telarion grumbled.
A servant entered the throne room of the Royal Palace.
“Milady, you have a guest. His name is Tyragon Coldbane. He says he has important news, my queen.†The servant stated respectfully.
“Very well, you may show him in,†the queen replied, intrigued.
“Yes, milady,†The servant said. He turned to open the door but at that moment it burst open. Several armed guards rushed in and faced the door, weapons at the ready.
“What is the meaning of this?†Julia demanded.
“Do not worry, milady. We are here to protect you. It seems Baron Coldbane has ill feelings towards the crown.â€
“Be that as it may, you still cannot have your soldiers rush in here like madmen, captain!â€
"I am aware of that, milady; and I apologize. However, I thought it best if I left some of my men here, just in case. “
At that, the soldiers came to attention and hid themselves in various places around the chamber. Soon, they heard the sounds of footsteps approaching.
“It is I, Baron Tyragon Coldbane. Milady, am I not welcome?â€
He announced himself rather loudly. The captain shot him a hate-laden glance.
“Speak only when the queen wishes you to, insolent dog.â€
The baron, whose face was normally pale, reddened like a ripened strawberry.
“How dare you address me that way? I am a noble; you are nothing but a soldier. Army captains do not hold as much respect as nobles do!â€
“Yes, but at least army captains are not blasphemous fools who live too richly and constantly hoard their wealth, much unwilling to part with the masses of gold they have accumulated. Why, the nobles combined hold twice as many riches as all of Mar Dunra put together,†the Captain retorted.
“Ah, quite a profound view, captain.â€
Meanwhile, the sun was setting. The sun’s last rays lingered upon the early twilight. The colors played upon the sky like a splash of watercolor.
“Sunset, how beautiful it is. It has been too long since I could appreciate the simple joys of nature,†Telarion sighed.
“Interesting, is it not? The sun is setting, the sun leaving behind purple in a blaze of glory.â€
“Why do you say that, Garion?†Telarion wanted to know.
“There is bloodshed on the horizon, Telarion, I can feel it."
Seamus however, had no time to enjoy the sunset.
He was preparing for war. The Dwarves and Greyblade’s now christened,
‘Shadow Alliance’ had reached a parting of the ways; warfare was inevitable.
“There is no solution other than conflict,†Seamus said philosophically to his Council of Advisors. He, as the Dwarf-Lord of Frosthorn Fortress, was to consult the Council in all matters, whether military or not.